Where do we come from? What are We? Where are we going?

A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.

Oh yes! He loved yellow, did good Vincent...When the two of us were together in Arles, both of us insane, and constantly at war over beautiful colors, I adored red; where could I find a perfect vermilion?

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge.

Sooner or later people will learn to recognize your worth

Stressing output is the key to improving productivity, while looking to increase activity can result in just the opposite.

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.